(high school campus, lunch hour.)

WILLOW: I'm giddy.

OZ: Oh, I like you giddy. Always have.

WILLOW: It's the freedom! As Seniors, we can go off-campus now for lunch. It's no longer cutting. It's legal! Heck, it's expected! Wow, it's, uh, also a big step forward, a Senior moment, one that has to be savored. You can't just rush into this, you know?

(Xander heads for Willow's side opposite Oz, and the two boys each grab an arm and start to pull her across the street.)

WILLOW: Ohh! No, I can't!

XANDER: You can.

OZ: See, you are.

WILLOW: Oh, but, no! What if they changed the rule without telling? What if they're lying in wait to *arrest* me a-and, and throw me in detention and mar my unblemished record?

XANDER: Breathe. Breathe.

WILLOW: Okay. Hmm... This is good! This is... Hey, we're Seniors! Hey, I'm walkin' here!

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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